A few years ago, this stretch of Sand Creek ran beneath the runway of the old Stapleton airport, and only the most dedicated juvenile delinquent would bother spraypainting the name of his band of troublemakers along the concrete support walls. Now that Stapleton has become a richly diverse community of people who make six figures or more a year (motto: "We're not a gated community, we just have a private highway exit"), the runway bridges are gone and a new breed of juvenile delinquent explains they must wear black on the outside because black is how they feel on the inside.
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